You take a penalty

{if game_lose = 1}{if game_round = 1}Neither of you move for what feels like an entire minute. {else}Can’t win them all, I guess. {endif}She beat you this round. You have to take something off.

The question is, you think, what should I take off? Boots would be easy, but the doublet would be pretty bold and might shake her up a bit. That could be fun to see. While you deliberate over your choice, Jas sits in silence on the adjacent bed. As you take longer, she starts fidgeting impatiently with the deck in her hands. Just as it looks like she’s about to complain about you taking too long, you decide to extricate yourself from your armored doublet and set it aside. Going shirtless seems to have the desired effect on your opponent, as you easily spy her pretending not to take peeks at your physique.{elseif

game_lose = 2}“I won again, Reynolds! You know what you — what you have to do.” Jas loses confidence in her gloating halfway through, but you don’t let that slow you down as you reach for your boots. You tug them off one by one, then set them aside. As you sit back up, you notice Jas’s knit eyebrows and pursed lips before she quickly schools her expression. “This is easy for you, then? Getting n-naked in front of women must be something you do all the time.”

You think about all the fun you’ve had with Blythe over the last week or so. Yeah, you could say the ship has sailed as far as getting embarrassed over being naked. “It makes it easier knowing the woman I’m showing myself to is liking what they see.”

Her eyes widen for a second. Probably without thinking, her gaze roams down your entire form and back up to your face. Then, blush promptly spreads on her cheeks as her eyes flare up in irritation. “What makes you think—!” You stop her with a smile, and after taking a moment to calm down, Jas deals the cards for the next round.{elseif

game_lose = 3}That’s three losses, you think. Time to ditch the pants. You decide to lock eyes with Jas and silently stare at her as you stand and hook your thumbs into your pants. Keeping your eyes directly on her, you slowly bend down and slide the pants down your legs, daring her to break eye contact the entire time. She doesn’t. In fact, the staring contest seems to have entranced her somehow; her mouth is slightly open, eyebrows raised, her eyes soft and dutifully following your gaze. Once the pants are off, you sit back down on the bed wearing nothing but boxers. The two of you sit in quiet as your staring contest continues, until something changes in Jas.

A twitch of her rabbit-like ears signals the end of her trance, and the next thing she does is grab the deck of cards and slide it back into its box. “Alright,” she says. “I’ve… I’ve won the game.” What? It’s over? No! It was just getting to the good part! “Now, since you lost… you…”{endif}